Feathers

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I felt nice and warm in my tight and cozy home. It was so tight I couldn't even move. I didn't know how to move anyway. I felt nice and warm until something bumped my home. Everything was going out of control I guessed that something pushed me and now I was rolling down. I hit something hard and then the next thing I knew, I felt I was flying. Then I crashed into the soft ground ounce more. I stood there for a while and then the faint light I could see was blocked and I was picked up. I don't know how many places I went, but I felt I was back home when I felt my mother's warm body on me.

I started to hear a voice. It was a really pretty voice.

'You are a bird'

'You eat with your beak which is on your head'

'You see with your eyes'

'You fly with your wings'

'You will have to eat more food then your nestmates'

I heard these voices until I couldn't wait to hatch out. I tried to fly and fly inside my egg, it was really fun.

'Once you open your eyes, you have to rush to push out of you egg'

After a day, I opened my eyes, the tiny light that I used to see was much lighter. I could see shadows and other moving things much better. I supposed my mother wasn't here.

"Your mother is tall and pretty, she will be the first one you see'

'Cool' I thought. Then I realized I was supposed to be rushing to push out of my egg because, for the first time, I was getting hungry.

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